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Friday, August 9, 2013

Living In Fear

This past week,
one of my best and favorite teachers came to see me.She is one of those special people you want
your kids to be with.To learn
from.To grow from.She quietly shut my door, smiled through
teary eyes, and shared terrible news with me.Doctors found a spot.It had
spread, but not sure where or how far.Surgery scheduled for this past Monday.Her hope is that they wouldn’t find that it had “spread” too far.Me too.

You see, her
late husband died from the same.She is
afraid.Scared.For herself, I’m sure.But more for her daughter, her son, and her
husband.She told me that she’s going to
be strong.That she’ll beat it.That she has to remain positive.

She smiled.She wiped a tear or two.Me too.We hugged and I told her that she was in my thoughts and prayers.She is and she will be.Each day.Every day.

Living In Fear.

I know a
principal.Older guy.Veteran who’s been around the block and then
some.He’s on a board member’s hit
list.Lord knows the reason, because I
sure don’t. He does what he can.Loves the kids.His kids.His teachers.Tries to put them
first. Makes a mistake here or there, but who doesn’t?Big school.Big issues.Bound to happen here
or there.He reflects. He corrects.He moves on.His heart is in the
right place- with kids.With
others.First and foremost.

I know that each
day he walks into his building, he worries.For his job.His family.Each day.Some days might be better than others.Most maybe.But he worries.He puts on a brave face.He smiles and laughs with others.But I dare say no one . . . no one . . .
knows what this man is going through.Daily.Each day.

Living In Fear.

Living In Fear
is dangerous.Deadly, really.Debilitating.Dehumanizing.Humiliating.

One feels
beaten.Beaten down.One questions decisions, actions, words.One wonders what should be said.What shouldn’t be said.Choices become limiting, few.Or so it seems.

For those who
are Living In Fear, each minute of life . . . of living . . . is robbed of joy,
of happiness, of peace.Life and living
become empty.Void.

There are those
among us who walk down this endless, empty and lonely road.Perhaps you know who they are.Perhaps you just suspect.Perhaps you have a hunch.

There might be
those who are reading this who walk this road. Each day.Every day.Alone.

Living In Fear.

But . . .

You aren’t
alone.Not ever.Not really.

There are those
of us who walked down that road once or twice.There are those of us who know what that life feels like.What that road is like.There are those of us who reached out . . .
who reach out . . . to others to reassure, to tag along with.To walk side by side willing to listen.There are those who had the courage to ask
for help.And to offer help.To offer a shoulder to lean on.An ear to listen.A heart to accept.Arms to hold.To support.To hold up.To lift up.

Reaching out . .
. asking for help takes courage.To ask
for help is an admission that you don’t have all the answers.To ask for help is an admission that you
cannot do it by yourself.That takes
courage.That takes guts.

But we’re all in
this together.Offer it and someday,
someday, that help might be needed in your own life. Extend it, give it, and
one day as you walk along that so lonely and empty road, you might find a hand
to help you along, an ear to listen, a heart to care.

We’ve all been
there.All of us.We need to help each other.Each of us.For each other.Silently
strong.Vocally too.Something to think about . . .